The next day, you get in the car with Tooru, a tension settling throughout the car.
The boy robotically moves through the motions of driving, distracted by your presence.
Your legs and arms are crossed, giving off the vibes that you may or may not be annoyed.
"You have practice today?" Oikawa breaks the silence nervously, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.
"Yeah." You respond, he nods, slowly inhaling as he stares at the road.
"About...Yesterday..." He starts, glancing over at you.
You look over at him too, your eyes expectant. His breath hitches and he looks away, "Yes..?"
He shakes his head, "It wasn't Azami." He needed to justify that, the guilt was eating away at him for painting the sweet girl in that light.
You chuckle, "I know."
His brows furrow, "It was entirely me." He swallows, "Just wanted to clarify."
You nod slowly, lips pursed. "Yup...Got it."
As he pulls up next to Azami's house, she smiles at you as you get out.
"Y/N hi! I love your hair like that!" You reached back and felt the bun you had thrown in, "You should do it like that more often."
She slid into the front seat, turning back to look at you. You smile at her, "Thank you Azami. You always look gorgeous."
She giggles, pretending to be flustered, "You flatter me." You chuckle, you really like Azami, and you had talked to her a good amount since she expressed her concerns in your room to you.
She turns to Tooru, who was also looking back at you, taking notice of your hair.
"Hey baby," She greets him and he snaps his head toward her, smiling and planting a kiss on her cheek.
"Hey, ready to go?" He breathes, she nods.
The drive felt a lot less awkward, at least for you, as you and Azami had bloomed an unexpected friendship.
You bullshitted back and forth, making Tooru third wheel this time.
take that bitch
When you get out of the car, she matches her pace with you and he follows behind.
You laugh at a joke she makes, and you realize why Tooru likes her so much.
She was kind, beautiful, and funny.
As Tooru gazed at the two girls speaking, he suddenly felt an overwhelming amount of guilt coarse through him.
Fuck
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"The induced fit hypothesis is when the enzymes active site changes shape to accommodate to the substrate," You answer, earning a smile from the teacher, saying you're correct.
She continues speaking, and you notice Tooru roll his eyes. "Try hard..." He murmurs, loud enough for you to hear.
Any other day, you'd take it, shutting your mouth and getting quiet for the rest of the period.
But this time, you turn your body toward him. "What's your issue Tooru? Didn't get the right answer?"
He startles slightly as you directly address him, but he straightens, smirking.
"Oh no I did." He responds, excited to interact with you.
You raise a brow, smiling sickenly sweet at him, "So, what's your issue then? I asked two questions."
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Again (Oikawa Tooru X Reader)
FanfictionHis eyes lock with yours, his heart pounding in his chest. He leans back down toward your neck, lips ghosting your skin. Oikawa could feel the heat radiating from your body, his own body getting warmer by the second. He didn't know why he did it or...
